Chapter 189 A thousand miles of battle without victory, a hundred defeats but not death 5

A clear and flat roll, a column of fish tail fragrance.

The man read with the scroll, and the candlelight swayed and flashed, reflecting the thin figure of the man on the curtain, narrow, narrow and skinny.

"Sir, here comes the medicine."

The beautiful little boy came in, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, and the bowl was full of soaked soup.

From the heavy camp to the handsome camp, he walked for forty or fifty steps. The night wind was cold. According to reason, this bowl of soup should be cold, but until now, it was still hot. The young man also put three layers of hemp cloth across the wooden plate and still felt hot.

It is a choice to hang your life by using strong medicine for serious diseases to force out the potential vitality of the human body. If you can't hold on after drinking the medicine, most of them will die. It's a three-point poison, especially a strong medicine. It's a taboo to withdraw vitality in advance, and few people will do so. But the man sitting on the handsome tent swallowed the medicine at night. Only by drinking the medicine will his complexion change from pale to snow-white, a little better.

The people in the State of Wei called him the general, and the close servant called him Mr., and the people of the world gave him another title, Mo Xuejun.

Mo is not ink color, but he is good at reading all his life. He likes to dance and play with ink, which can be regarded as an alien among tigers and wolves in the world. Snow refers to his complexion, which is white all year round, so pale that he can hardly see his facial features, just like a piece of thin paper.

Paper is like snow, ink contains fragrance, and General Xinyin is famous all over the world, not because of his literary style. Someone said that without the strange disease that could not be cured for a long time, he would have gone further, and it was not impossible to become the seven bears. In fact, his Taoist skills are by no means below the Seven Bears. Although the Seven Bears are rare famous generals, they dare not say that they can defeat Yin Xin.

However, Yinxin only had that one. After that, his vitality was greatly weakened and he was powerless to fight again.

Putting down the scroll in his hand, Yin Xin looked at the soup on the case and was not in a hurry to drink it.

The screen retreated, and Yin Xin walked slowly to the curtain, looking at the starry sky, and his eyebrows were as pale as water.

Six days ago, he received a secret report from the State of Wu that the rebel of Liu would kill the Sima family, kill Wu Jing, and travel all the way to the State of Wei.

District Ichiro General is worth 3,000 taels of gold, a snow lion BMW, and a count of Jing'an. Such a good thing has not happened in nearly 20 years, and I don't know how many tigers and wolves will be moved. But after all, this is the boundary of the State of Wei. With him, except for the five tigers, the rest of the famous generals dare not take action. Although the famous generals belong to the princes of all parties, they are still nominally under the jurisdiction of Emperor Kuang. Emperor Kuang issued an order. If the famous generals want to attack far away, the princes of all parties will not say much. Having said that, nowadays, in the world, famous generals and ministers are loyal to their masters, and the princes do not let them go, and several people dare to go abroad privately.

"Ji Jiang Yilang, who on earth wants to kill him... What is hidden in him?

Looking at the starry sky from afar, Yin Xin sighed with his hands on his hands.

He is good at reading, and most of them are Taoist books, but after all, he is in the world and can't let go of a lot.

With the ups and downs of his chest, Yin Xin began to gasp and cough for a while.

Turning around, Yin Xin walked to the front of the case, picked up the porcelain bowl and poured the soup into his mouth.

The decoction entered the stomach. After a while, Yin Xin's body began to be hot, and his chest became red as if it was burning. He rose to his neck and had nothing to do. His pale face improved slightly, and he was no longer so miserable, like snow.

"Bing Xin, prepare the horse."

The middle-aged man stopped coughing and wheezing, put on a cloak, and whispered.

"Yes, sir."

The waiter waiting outside the camp tent knew that he had something important to do tonight, so he brought the horse early.

Lifting the curtain, Yinxin held a nine-foot-long hand, turned over the horse, and walked to the west with the moonlight.

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There is a hill on the border between Wei and Wu. There are many mountains in the south, and there are countless strange mountains. They are dyed into green ink by the night, and the water vapor of night dew is also steaming, just like the Mobao Ya Roll just picked up from the water tank.

A gust of black wind rushed up from the foothills of the mountain, like a sharp arrow, which had climbed to the top of the mountain at a young time.

The dusty teenager pulled out a bag of water from the saddle and looked up to drink. He was dressed in white for six days and had not been dyed gray by the dust. The night was dark, and the horse was also dark. He sat at the root of the tree next to the horse, and it was difficult to distinguish his body from afar.

Wu Jing was originally in the northeast of the middle of the State of Wu. The Mustang King traveled thousands of miles a day and 800 at night. He traveled day and night for six days, and finally arrived in the east of the State of Wu.

An Bochen originally wanted to find the location of the long gate at Sima's house, but because of the sudden appearance of Liu Laoxiu, he did not know where to go to escape from Wujing. He simply followed the wilderness and arrived in Wudong safely with the magic power of ten miles.

After drinking water, An Bochen looked down at the rune on his wrist, and his eyes flashed.

According to Wang Xiner, this rune is a 100-day accompanying charm sacrificed by Liu Laoxiu. In fact, it is very likely to be so. This charm is really hateful. Whether it is An Bo's dust, water and fire, it is exposed on the wrist, as if it can never be peeled off. What surprised An Bochen was that he had only met three generals of Wu along the way. Although he was a heavenly product, he did not bring troops and horses and came to kill him alone. Most of An Bochen was defeated and fled. On the one hand, he was afraid of being surrounded and killed after being entangled for a long time, but on the other hand, because of his current strength, whether it was his shooting skills or fighting experience, he was really not the opponent of the heavenly generals.

He fled for six days and only met three generals, Wu, and there were no soldiers and horses. It seemed to be too big.

It was not easy to get a chance to breathe. An Bochen calmed down and thought carefully.

Under the moonlight, the teenager suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Is it possible that Hong Fu has come back?"

Emperor Kuang issued a Haibu order, in black and white, and the reward was even a little moved by An Bochen. Not to mention the State of Wu, if the tigers and wolves in the world know where An Bochen is, who will let it go? The State of Wu is held by the Sima family, and the military and political power belongs to the Yi family. Only the Sima family can stop most of the ready-moving generals of the State of Wu. After Wu Jing's disturbance, the Sima family will not have hatred for themselves, and only she will secretly help her... But I don't know how much she has paid.

The moon is like ice, making the teenager's heart cold.

Looking at the dirt on the soles of his shoes, An Bochen shook his head with no expression on his face and nothing.

This change came so fast that he was in a trance until now, and he only felt that it was unreal. It took only three years to get out of the Liujing killing game. In just three years, he fell into another bigger killing game in one night, and he died outside the Liu Kingdom like a homeless dog.

But it has happened, what's the use of thinking more? People all over the world want to kill themselves. At present, the first thing is not to find the long door, but to live desperately before finding the long door.

With the secret help of Simajin in the State of Wu, he can still save his life, but how can An Bochen stay here? She can save it for a while, but she can't save her whole life. It will make it more difficult for her to stay.

After a short break, the teenager stood up, pulled out the silver gun inserted into the mud, and practiced one move at a time.

If you want to save your life, you must improve your strength. If you just break through the earth product, and if you want to break through the heavenly product in a short time, it will take time to practice the secret arts. It takes time to realize the truth and brainpower. In this way, there is only the practice of guns.

For more than three years, it has been expensive to practice the gun, and these days, I have been running away in a tight grip for a moment. I can't notice the horse running in fashion, but now I stop on the top of the mountain for a while, and then touch the silver gun, An Bochen has a wonderful feeling in his heart that is difficult to say.

He has never been so close to him, just like another arm.

Prick the gun, pick it up, stab it out, sweep it... An Bochen practiced the most basic shooting moves. The night wind hit, his long hair fluttered behind his head, and An Bochen slowly closed his eyes. No need to look, no need to listen, the facial features are closed, the six senses are hidden, just like instinct, practicing simple and unpretentious gun moves.

Gradually, as his footsteps accelerated, his body erratic, and the long gun in his hand also became fast. The silver flowed, dancing like the wind, rolling up the moonlight, suddenly bright and dark, constantly evolving.

Fang Bai's hands are copper whips... Imitate and overcome each other.

Liu Laoxiu's flying snow knife... Imitate first, and then create a trick.

Three Tianpin Wu generals, swords, axes and hammers...

As An Bochen continued to imitate the Taoist skills of the five heavenly veterans he met along the way, and studied the gun moves one by one, An Bochen's gun path gradually became erratic, sometimes fast and slow, sometimes like a whip, sometimes like a knife.

There are all kinds of weapons in the world, but they have only evolved from 18 kinds of weapons. Everyone in all parties may be able to display different ways and have different powers. It can never be separated from its clan. No matter what, the knife is a knife, and the gun is a gun. You can see thousands of mountains and rivers, and the strange peaks and lakes are endless. In the final analysis, it is just a mountain and a water.

An Bochen practiced happily and did not know that his gunway had broken through the original combination of human guns and entered a new realm.

Whether people borrow guns or people and guns, it is just the connection between people and guns. Guns are dead and people are alive. After all, it takes moves to shoot and kill enemies. The realm that An Bochen stepped into tonight is the artistic conception of moves.

There is one more thing that An Bochen doesn't know.

Next to a brownstone on the top of the mountain, a thin man in a cloak locked the horse and looked at him with interest.

"Looking at the mountain is the mountain, and looking at the water is water... What a rebel general of the State of Liu.

Yin Xin muttered, and a rare look of appreciation appeared in his eyes.

Hai Buling pressed himself and died in the south of the Yangtze River. This rebel general of Liu was still in the mood to climb high and practice his guns. Let alone talk about how he is, his calmness and diligence alone makes many people feel clumsy.

Mo Xue put on the horse's back, but Yin Xin was not in a hurry to take it off, but quietly watched An Bochen play the gun.

Whip.

Knife.

Kokusword.

The axe.

gram hammer.

......

An Bochen repeatedly practiced the restrained gun moves of the five soldiers, and gradually became proficient. Although there was appreciation in Yin Xin's eyes, it was more regrettable.

Even if his gun skills are full of whips, knives, swords, axes and hammers, he is only a cultivation of the earth, and there is still nothing he can do in the face of the great power of Tianpin. What's more, it's just these five weapons. There are 18 orthodox weapons in the world. He hasn't fought before. How can he imitate and how can he overcome them all?

His eyes fell on the long back of the horse, and the regret in Yin Xin's eyes was a little deeper.

At least he won all the twelve juns and was shocked by the seven bears. He couldn't take it anyway.

His expression gradually became cold. Yin Xin looked at the white sky and reached out to reach out to Changqi.